Let The Fire Wash Me Clean Poem by Penny Heart

Let The Fire Wash Me Clean



The flame dances and leaps across the table
Making little friends to join in
Another twirl and the chair is on fire too
What joy they must have,
Burning my room and me along with it
I watch them eat away at my walls
A pop
A sizzle
A crack in the beams
When will they fall?
I hope soon
A flame dances across my arm
I wait for the pain
But none was received
Another creak
I glance up at the fire making it’s way across the ceiling
I sit, holding a picture of my friends and crying evaporated tears
And I let the fire wash me clean

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